by - Tryambkesh Nandan When Breath becomes air and no one's left near. When the words become spear and leave behind a smear. To let you believe in all my swear, I will be there, Oh dear! People always come and go if that's what you fear. No one's around to hold you, to wipe off your tear, to let you believe in all my swear, I will be there, Oh dear! They don't know the story don't trust your ear. they are filled with nothing but shit sheer. To let you believe in all my swear, I will be there, Oh dear! Life is a speeding car, pull in the right gear. Lest you should fall in the blue ocean or a hole near. To let you believe in all my swear, I will be there, Oh dear!